The
purpose of photography, as for every writing, is to suggest to the
reader an unseen it belongs to him to denude of a shroud of certainties
; then the look will be awakened, less reliant on text and frame.

The banality
is not devoid of a poetical dimension.
You need only to dare one break to catch yourself standing at this
corner of the street, on this sidewalk, or leaning at the bar in this
pub.
You need only to free yourself of any worry with the time it is, things
you’re thinking to have to look after ; and your glance, and
so your mind will be grateful for this suspension – arousing
something rich and strange. A kind of nostalgia you’re feeling
for this world at once lost and found again.
Moment of happy forgetfulness, of pure being-there.